My thrice-great Uncle Peter (born Pieter) served in both the 14th and 16th Illinois. He chased guerrillas (Quantrilla, Anderson, etc.) in Missouri, then moseyed on down to the fight at Shiloh/Pittsburgh Landing, sauntered around the land side of Vicksburg, strolled through the Battles of Atlanta and Kennesaw Mountain, and then marched to the sea with Sherman. After that he turned sort of northwest and finally made the Grand Parade after everybody stopped shooting.

He never talked about it. Not one word. We only know the above from the unit records.